Drinkin' with a wizard?

[cantbewithhim]

Ennis pulled up looking more than a little lost. He had been round the block about three times before ending at Fred's place. Town looked.. different than he remembered. He stalled the pick-up and waited to see if Fred would notice him outside or if he'd have to park and get out.

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[imthedeadone]

"Ah, smart. Water, right." Fred pointed a finger at Ennis, nodding admirably.

[cantbewithhim]

He tossed the bottle at Fred, pulling out a flask of whiskey for himself as he lead them to the couch. "When're ya leavin'?"

[imthedeadone]

Unscrewing the bottle and taking few long drinks, Fred sat down heavily. "Wednesday. Bright and early." He made a face. "Still gotta figure out exactly what time to head out, though, to make it there at the, you know, the time. That I want to get there." He offered the bottle of water to Ennis with raised eyebrows.

[cantbewithhim]

Ennis shook his head, taking a swig of whiskey. "I ain' some.. girl or somethin'. Jus' too drunk t'drive."

[imthedeadone]

"Are you calling me a girl? Just 'cause. I'm not." He looked at Ennis with mock-offense, then held out a hand for the whiskey bottle.

[cantbewithhim]

"Y'sure I can trust ya wit'this?" He raised his eyebrows right back.

[imthedeadone]

Now Fred furrowed his brows, looking mighty grumpy! "No. Since I plan on just pouring it all out. Come on, cowboy." Okay, so he had been thinking he was done drinking for the night, sure, but -- now it was a question of HONOR.

[cantbewithhim]

He pressed the flask against Fred's chest, realizing his arm was still would around the other man's elbow. It felt comfy for the moment, so he left it.

[imthedeadone]

Fred nodded triumphantly, taking the bottle from Ennis's hands, their fingers brushing. He took a few swigs. "Bam. Woo." He grinned.

[cantbewithhim]

"Bam. Woo," he agreed, stealing the flask back for some swigs of his own. "Y'sure have a way with words ther', Fred Weasley."

[imthedeadone]

"I am reknowned throughout all of, uh, somewhere probably, for that very thing," Fred said with a wide smile and a nod. "It's perfectly combined with your way with, uh. Non-words. Silences! Ennis del Mar."

[cantbewithhim]

He's surprised to hear his full name for a moment.

'Did yer folks just stop at Ennis?'

'del Mar.'

And how many years ago was that? "Suppose so."

[imthedeadone]

Fred nods, settling back against the couch and closing his eyes in triumph. "Exactly." He cracks open one eye and wiggles his fingers for the flask.

[cantbewithhim]

Ennis passes it over, his head settling into the crook of Fred's arm, sending his hat to the floor.

[imthedeadone]

Fred is very much vaguely aware that, with anyone else, this would be called cuddling. Maybe this is normal for cowboys. Especially gay-ish ones, he thinks. He also hopes he didn't say that outloud. Although probably he didn't because of the flask in the way of his mouth.

[cantbewithhim]

"Jack," he whispers. "Jack would ask me every now'an then t'move away wit'him. It was always a plan with Jack Twist. T'leave his wife an' live with me on that damn mountain."